Where do moments brief go; with their champagne blush stretching upon vine, where do moments …
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Author: Sanaa
Outside stonewalls built by diversion of time
From the mud came green, obstacles of life and its suffering, a fresh series of …
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Late November
Read this one slowly; tranquil on the water scene, reeds and pond bulrushes, …
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In hue of sombre afternoon
At intervals he sighs, raises brow in anticipation; a habitual gesture, a foible, a trait …
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A Pocketful of Maybes
The trees are mad silhouettes against the rouge pink sky; perhaps they too need emptying, …
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On browsing through colonnades of mind
Torrential showers, vanilla honey scent and whispered poems— when the world’s half asleep and the …
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